Girl of the sacred meadows    
With curved cheesecloth   
Let it dance and burn   
The adornment of the sun   
In her bitter sweet eyes   
Shines Light   
And hides   
Oh surprise   
The song of the angels    
Shading their curves   
Ocean palm   
In memory of the dead   
What brings us together   
We good little men   
In Spirit   
Travel companions   
Next disciplined legion   
The Queen's buzzing flight   
May the day accompany   
With a pleasant appearance   
For rough beards   
And slag from dry roads   
Contemplate   
Of an imagined kiss of love   
The evanescence   
From the bent neck   
Crowned girl   
Loss of parents   
Blooming like a flower
In the hazelmaker's cubit   
Beautiful infanta   
Evaluated by the rustling of the oak   
Brewing what the wind steals   
On the sandy plateaus   
To lead   
Head swaying in a tender way   
The sheep and goats of Confession   
Towards the sources of Truth.      
 
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